day 34, room 611
His muscles have atrophied to a great degree. My mom and I are the only *family* that visit him with any regularity. He tires easily and doesn't eat the food provided to him at the hospital. He stares into space and responds with a soft whisper.
At least the infection in his lungs is no longer there. Of course, it took about a month of an antibiotic drip to help his body get rid of it.
While helping my mom feed him some beef broth she made this morning, I suppressed the well of emotion that surfaced.
At least the infection in his lungs is no longer there. Of course, it took about a month of an antibiotic drip to help his body get rid of it.
While helping my mom feed him some beef broth she made this morning, I suppressed the well of emotion that surfaced.